as an arrow
the path is already fated
bullseye always the goal
have you ever questioned your arc
or the hand guiding you
or is trajectory so assured it's math
certitude enshrined
with no room to wiggle

as an arrow
I'm sorry that you were born straight
with no will to question
to curve
to veer and explore
there are so many peripheral targets
worthy of your focus
the presented path is not necessarily
most colorful
yet you forge forward unaware

in truth
there is enough space for hide and seek
yet many never find themselves
in your god's hands
instead they hide
eyes dead ahead
mind narrowed
future pre-set

as an arrow
I'm sorry that you were born straight
and that you'll never know the thrill of
missing marks
all to find yourself